To My Future Wife...

Dear You,

I am writing this letter to you on this day- Friday, on the Fifth Day of February, in the Year 2010. I have decided in my own heart that starting today, I'm going to live as if I'm already with you. Even now I'm preparing my mind and body to be united with you, whenever that blessed day comes.

I am strengthening my relationship with God, so that I can be the man of God that you need in your life. That I may have the strength to protect and provide for BOTH of us. So that any situation that arises against us, will not be a problem because I have the wisdom of the Kingdom.

I am saving my body for you. I've made mistakes in my past, and I regret ALL of them, I believe that even though I haven't been faithful to myself in the past, this new commitment will give me the chance to atone for my mistakes, and it will allow me to focus on what I will BUILD with you. As we dedicate our entire beings to each other for life, this is your body, and yours is mine, and we will be ONE body. I am preparing to give myself to you.

I am establishing my dreams now, so that you can be the Queen that I know you are, and so we won't ever have to struggle.

I'm not gonna have any kids by the time we meet...there's no romantic explanation for that...its just not gonna happen.

Finally, I am learning, even now, to always be there for you, to be selfless, to love, to nurture, to RESPECT, to protect, to satisfy, to provide for, to be your shoulder, to be your forever-listening ear, your always watchful eye, eternally loving heart, unconditionally understanding mind, to be the man you can chill with, your most secure confidant, and ultimately, to be- your husband.

If I intentionally give you a physical copy of this letter to read or hear me read...you are the one, and I DO...love you, until death do us part.

- Love Forever, Your Future (or present) Husband

My Life In 100 Words or Less...

Born Binaca Joseph Mason, Mama: Queen, Daddy: Billie, Mother's third child- the only surviving child out of five. Queen's mother died before I really knew her. Grew up. SMART KID. Only kid reading everything i laid eyes on in Kindergarten- why? No idea. 1st girl i liked was caucasion (go figure). Kindergarten teacher fell and broke her back, I kept her calm and her body stable while everyone else panicked (how'd i know her back was even broken? think she told me...who knows?) Accepted Jesus, got baptized. Parents divorced (wow...talk about contrast =/) Joint custody = miserable life. Kept to myself. Inner issues leaked out thru my actions. Mama got a condo. Mama lost the condo. Moved in with "Auntie" Ro (and her kids) for a "few months" (#translation = 6 years), 6 years i spent misidentifying myself with everything wrong. I was a crip, a hoover, a 13 (?), Brown Boy, Border Lane Boy, and a reject. High School was wack and great. all the ladies hated me ^_^ i was in JROTC (the coldest in my class) every year after my sophomore was a screw-up (those are some of the dirtiest folks i ever did business with- ARMY MEN) quit JROTC, got in that marching band, fell in love, stuck wit it, got good at it. auditioned for Grambling's World Famed, made it (P2) (not bad for a year on trumpet), got to Gram (a year after i was supposed to), inherited my Tiger pride (nobody does it better), got kicked out a year later off grades, went home, fell in love, got kicked out off some ole...well anyway, now i'm picking up the pieces and now planning on taking over like i was DESTINED to...

TO BE CONTINUED...

*Note: If you counted the words and found it to be more than 100 of em there...my bad, i thought you were supposed to be READING not COUNTING